Saturday, January 7, 2012

As I prepare for the spring semester, I face a crisis. In their efforts to look all folksy and down to earth, certain candidates for the Republican presidential nomination have — I’ll say it — stolen the elements of my style. My sweater-vests: gone. My signature look of button-down shirt and jeans: gone. Snatched, swiped, purloined.

I have prepared a sharp and decisive response: come Monday, I’m wearing a tie.

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You should have kept quiet; I caught Mitt checking out his whiskers in a mirror! Yep, they were white.

BTW, Are you aware that the Arkansas State Red Wolves are playing the Northern Illinois um, Team, in a 'Go-Daddy Bowl' tomorrow? Who are you cheering for? (We did take some pleasure in the Razorbacks' performance after the snotty, condescending remarks about how they had no chance against Kansas State....OOPS!)

LOL--I don't follow football, either, but when it's kind of in one's back yard, it's hard to ignore. Arkansas is so small that any of its teams are sort of state-wide. The DHubby likes college football (Penn State is his undergrad alma mater circa '64) but is No Help At All when it comes to crosswords and pro teams.

I did not realize that Mormons eschewed facial hair. Now, what about the 'new style' of being not-bearded-but-certainly-not-shaven? (Along with the droopy pants, this is a style that can't fade too soon, IMHO.)

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